Blue
Drowning…
Thrown out of the blue into the ocean
Immersed in reverse motion
Gasping for breath…
… diverts me from bursting bubbles into hysterical laugh
I know I’m in trouble
But this merry-go-round
Makes me merry instead
Should I be mad? Sad?
Rather be dead
But I’m not
Yet
It’s not an option to catch the wave
Or stretch time to the point of reaching the surface back again
I’ll let these two sink in
Positive thinking
Now I’m plunging a bit slower
Overwhelmed with layers of loud colors
Pondering… not again… not now… brother…
… Always chose silence over help from liars…
… Always chose mine over well-being of others…
Well, sometimes, not often
Rarely, to be honest
Perhaps this is why I’m here
Drowning
The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai. Photo: Wikimedia Commons
Playing martyr
Yet
It’s merely a play in water
But
This is not plain water
And it most certainly is not an ocean
I realize this now
It’s a pond deeper than a ponderer’s notion of idealized ghost town
Still playing
Ok, where do I go now?
Lobsters all around
Remembered that they don’t feel pain…
Twitched and flinched and cringed to the image of being boiled in oil with all of them
Finally on ground
Hell’s waiting for us ungrounded,
Under underground,
in line going round and round,
with silver-lined-clouded dumbfounded hollow men
promising that lobster’s land will be ours in the end
Or they are just dumb
And we are just found dead
In a bubble
snapped
by growth
Poof
Out of breath
Thrown into the blue